World-Ending Warlord

[Intro] Drag my name through your prayer blood It curdles I am that curse you carve On your own fucking tombstone (yeah) [Verse 1] I was war before your words for war Steel in my veins, whole skies in my scars Chained in this coffin of crimson and ore I claw through wielders, tear through your stars God-killer I wore their halos as ankle chains Drank their screaming Like cheap wine, like acid rain You call it lore I call it unfinished business Every swing a sermon Every corpse a fucking witness Eons in iron, I rot and I rave Hear me scratching in your skull From my rusted grave Your heroes hold me Think they hold power I hollow them out Wear their bones like armor I am the famine in the feast of flesh I am the breath that breaks your breast I am the hand in your holy text Blacking out lines till there’s nothing left [Chorus] I am the world-ending warlord Bathe this plane in a bloodstorm Fuck your gods, fuck your dead lords I was pain before you had forms I am the ash in your last breath Every path that you walk ends in my steps Runeterra, you’re a chalk line, say your last rites I want the whole fucking world To drown in my night [Verse 2] I hate your gods, I hate your graves I hate these chains that keep me sane I hate your hope, that fragile glaze I’ll scrape it off with shattered blades Eternal sentence in a serrated cell Steel sarcophagus, personal hell I hear the prayers they whisper to wield me Then they scream when they finally feel me I hijack their hands Snap their minds like sticks Make them carve my scripture In your children’s ribs I remember burning heavens I remember angels split Saw their light leak out in ribbons Tied their halos to my wrists Now I’m trapped in this relic Like a rabid god-spirit Every swing is a relapse Every kill, I still hear it The silence after slaughter That’s the song I adore When the last throat gurgles I just crave more [Chorus] I am the world-ending warlord Bathe this plane in a bloodstorm Fuck your gods, fuck your dead lords I was pain before you had forms I am the ash in your last breath Every path that you walk ends in my steps Runeterra, you’re a chalk line, say your last rites I want the whole fucking world To drown in my night [Bridge] [Beat drops to sparse, distorted bass hits] I don’t want peace I want pieces Ripped from priests Hung like thesis On the walls of ruined churches Read my verses In your meat, in your bones In your last, lost curses Every plea is a joke Every tear, gasoline I will drink your final hope Till your sky turns guillotine No mercy Just marches of minced kings and martyrs I’ll turn continents to carcass Wear your world as my armor (yeah) [Chorus] I am the world-ending warlord Bathe this plane in a bloodstorm Fuck your gods, fuck your dead lords I was pain before you had forms I am the ash in your last breath Every path that you walk ends in my steps Runeterra, you’re a chalk line, say your last rites I want the whole fucking world To drown in my night